One of the closer-looking pics to Ms. Sylvia that I could find, in terms of complexion and figure, though her boobs aren’t quite as big.
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ml1138
TS having holidays mood…so no time to write..
Guilty as charged.
I stood over Ms. Sylvia and watched helplessly as she surveyed the mess I had made on her. Sitting up, she started using her fingers to carefully remove as much cum as possible, flicking it onto the grass beside her. Of course, some of it on her body started to flow downwards as soon as she sat up, but she managed to remove those before they reached her pubic hair.
Ms. Sylvia: Oh my god! So much! You naughty boy!
She looked up at me, as if to say “look what you have done to me!”. I only managed to smile back sheepishly. But it wasn’t bad - coz she was smiling!
Ms. Sylvia: You’ve been keeping all of this inside you, for me?
She was still smiling when she said that, and again I just smiled at her, guilty. She had flicked most of my love juices off her by then. Of course, there were still traces left.
Ms. Sylvia: My god - this will not do. I’ve got to wash up a bit.
She gestured for me to help her up, which I did, and she led me to leave the school field. She was headed towards the garderner’s tool shed, which had a tap and hose beside it. Once again, I admired her slim body and jiggling buttocks as I walked behind her.
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We approached the similarly deserted area beside the tool shed where there was a wide patch of green grass and the garderner’s tap & hose. He usually uses this to water the plants and clean the tools, but looks like today it would be use in other ways! Ms. Sylvia went straight for it turned on the tap, felt the water with her hand for temperature and then almost immediately started to splash the water all over her naked body. She had one hand holding the hose over her, and the other rubbing off the sticky mess I had made earlier. I just stood there to admire this sexy image right before my eyes. It was just like one of those classic sexy calendars with scantily-clad or semi-nude models in them, like washing a car or something, and at the same time showing off their lady curves and seductive smiles. It was just like that - except this was in the flesh!
Ms. Sylvia: My oh my… the water feels so warm!
She flashed a brilliant, rare smile at me - a smile of genuine delight and joy! I guess the water was really, really… nice and warm?
Ms. Sylvia: Err… aren’t you going to join me?
I looked at her in surprise , as she held the water hose towards her chest, water flowing down her body. I closed the gap between us tentatively, without uttering a word. When I was close, she turned the hose towards me and started to wet my body. She was right - the water was indeed slightly warm! Must have been the morning and midday sun warming up the water, and we were glad for it! Ms. Sylvia then handed me the hose.
Ms. Sylvia: Here, help me wash off the dirt and grass… and your… juices
She lifted her arms to re-bun her hair, and gestured to me with her eyes to start working on her body - to start cleaning her sexy, naked body. I reached out with one hand aiming the water at her, and the other gently washing her skin just above the chest area, near the neck. Ms. Sylvia close her eyes in enjoyment, arms still held up high to allow easy access to her body.
Ms. Sylvia: Oh yes… that’s nice…
Seems like I was on the right track, so I broadened my washing motions to cover a larger area, bringing my hand close to her breasts. Ms. Sylvia seemed undisturbed by that so I dared myself to cup her soft, perky breasts to wash them, albeit extra gently. I noticed that those nipples of hers were erect - most probably from the breeze more than anything else - but damn they felt good to the touch! I looked up at her face to check for any signs of disapproval - nope, everything still fine, so I continued. My hand lingered for quite some time to enjoy her lovely breasts - soft and smooth, not too big (fits nicely in one hand, with some room to spare), and pretty brown areolas to complete the package.
Ms. Sylvia: You think you could wash other parts other than my breasts?
She said to me in a gentle voice, eyes still closed to enjoy the process. That snapped me back into the original task at hand, which was cleaning this woman’s body, not fondling her breasts!
Ms. Sylvia: Don’t worry, I will let you play with my breasts later, okay?
Ms. Sylvia smiled as she said this, her eyes still closed.
I continued washing and rinsing from her breasts and downward where most of the sticky goop landed on earlier, using a bit more force to ensure every trace was scrubbed off. After that was accomplished, I glanced up again to check for further instructions - nope, didn’t move a muscle, so I took it that I should continue further south! My hand inched downwards towards her pubis where soon I was reaching her intimate lady parts. And as soon as I did that, Ms. Sylvia started to part her thighs for me!
Ms. Sylvia: <eyes still closed, slightly smiling> Mmmmm… the best part. Wash me thoroughly down there, okay? Take your time…
Her stance widened until her legs had formed a triangle with the ground below. My fingers probed further into the warm, tender folds of her waiting pussy. I knew I was on the right track, coz as soon as my fingers were massaging her labia, she started to bite her lower lip. My middle finger instinctively took the lead to explore further (albeit slowly and gently) into her vaginal opening. Deeper and deeper my finger went, proceeding inwards in short pulses, feeling her tightness envelope my finger, until it went all the way in. Then, I started the in-and-out motion, finger-banging this lady teacher of mine. Her mouth widened as she inhaled deeply, and let out a satisfying moan with her exhale.
Ms. Sylvia: Oh yes, yes…. YES! That’s so good!
I took it as a sign to quicken my pace, and I heard the tremble in her moans. Soon, my open palm was making slapping (clapping) sounds with her pussy! Now, who says you need two hands to clap?
It was a heavenly feeling indeed - quite hard to describe - and that was just how my finger felt! The warmth, the moistness, the tenderness of her pussy was felt rather clearly by my finger. Add to that the sexual sounds emanating from her throat, and the look on her face, and it was almost too much for a young boy to bear!! But I tried my best to focus on the task at hand, occasionally admiring her perky breasts bouncing due to the motions of my finger-banging to ‘distract’ myself.
Ms. Sylvia: Oh it feels so, so good! I can’t take it anymore - I need your cock inside me again!
She glanced down at my member as she said that, grasping it with her hand and lowering herself till she was eye-level with it (in a squatting position). And then in her mouth my cock went, being sucked and deep-throated at a vigorous pace. I was being blown hard and furious! There was no doubt that she wanted me rock hard in the shortest amount of time; she achieved what she wanted.
Ms. Sylvia: Your turn to lay down on the grass now and get yourself dirty!
Ms. Sylvia pushed me (gently) to guide me onto the floor in a lying position. And she wasn’t joking when she said ‘dirty’! The grass was all nice and good, but now it’s been soaked with the water from the hose and so it got rather mucky! I cringed a little when my skin hit the cold water grass puddle. But then it all passed as my mind focused on what’s at hand, and I laid down flat on the grass, including the back of my head touching the ground. Ms, Sylvia stood with her feet on either side of my hips, legs slightly spread towering over me, looking down with full satisfaction. It was quite a unique view from this angle, looking at her crotch, part of her bum, then up to her breasts, and that up at that rare naughty smile.
She then proceeded to squat down over my erection, positioning her love hole, occasionally touching it to find her bearings. Her hands were on my tummy and chest for support, as her pussy lips probed for my probe. It didn’t take long though, before she found me, and I slipped right inside her. Her widened smile and moan-sigh was a sure sign she found her target.
Ms. Sylvia didn’t waste any time - no gentle movements or warm-ups - just right into full fucking mode and rode me like her life depended on it. I couldn’t help it and started to moan out loudly myself. Her vigorous movements even resulted in squishy, splashy noises made by my bum against the grass puddle.
Ms. Sylvia: Oh… my… god!! <long moan> I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this!!
Me: You… you like it… Ms. Sylvia?
Her moans (and closed eyes) said it all. I watched her having the time of her life, as well as her perky breasts bouncing up and down for the god-knows-how-many times that afternoon.
As it wasn’t the first time for the day, I managed to last pretty long during that riding session, taking into account how vigorous it was. She wouldn’t let me hold or touch her, coz she saw that my hands were already wet, so I ended up clutching the wet grass beside me! It was like in the movies where the girl clutches the bedsheets as her man pounds her! It was Ms. Sylvia doing all the work there - in quite a bit of a hurry too, if you asked me. I didn’t quite understand why, but I was in no position to resist (quite literally). She was in full control of the pace, the intensity, everything! Even her moans overpowered mine! The only thing I ‘did’ was to be hard and last as long as I could…
It took a few minutes of the intense pounding to even approach the end - she only opened her eyes occasionally to glare down at me, she didn’t hint at changing positions - and soon I could feel it coming. All my ‘toughness’ and endurance had been steadily depleted.
Me: Ms. Sylvia… I’m gonna…
Ms. Sylvia: Shhhh…. ooohh… ahh… sshhh…
I shut my mouth immediately, for fear of angering her, but only for a few seconds.
Me: Ms. Syl…. I’m coming!! I’m….com…
Ms. Sylvia: Sshhh… just come darling…. Ooohh, just come inside!!
I was dumbfounded (and I think that bought me a few more seconds), unable to believe my ears.
Me: But… you’re… but I… I…
My words were totally worthless… that look on her face seemed to tell me that she too was nearing the finish line, and that she was making her final dash - nothing and no one was going to stop her. I braced for the inevitable. Ms. Sylvia rode me at maximum pace… till I exploded inside her…
Guttural moans and groans erupted from both our throats at that moment, relishing the intense sexual release for the second time that day. We savoured every moment until it eventually subsided. It was indeed a very, very different feeling to ejaculate inside of Ms. Sylvia. So much more intense, so much more… intimate! It was also much more ‘unreal’ to not actually witness my cum shooting out of my cock!
Finally, Ms. Sylvia opened her eyes and smiled at me, satisfied:
Ms. Sylvia: Oh… that was even better than the sex earlier! Did you enjoy it?
Me: Well yes… but I did…
Ms. Sylvia: Come inside of me?
I nodded. I was beginning to be aware of the grass and the puddle I was laying in again.
She smiled at me widely.
Ms. Sylvia: Yes, yes you did. And did you like it?
It took a second or two, but then it was my turn to smile.
Ms. Sylvia: Good… good that you enjoyed it. That was the first time I let anyone come inside me. And I liked it very much too!
Ho… ly…. shit! I didn’t know what to think. And before any thoughts even began to form, Ms. Sylvia gingerly stood up from me. I just laid there to observe what she did next (too tired to even move, much less try to get up).
I saw her pick up the hose (water still running; we were wasting lots of water), then she spread her thighs, and then began to wash her pussy! One hand aiming the stream of water at herself, and the other splashing and rubbing her vaginal folds. It was quite an awkward sight, and she was doing it facing me, just steps away, not even attempting to turn the other way. I couldn’t help but wonder how much of my ejaculate was still left inside her despite that thorough wash!
After I managed to recover some strength, I stood up slowly on wobbly legs, stepping closer to my English teacher to continue admiring her wash-up.
Ms. Sylvia: I’ll clean you up after I’m done.
I didn’t complain.
I stood up with muddy puddle water dripping from my entire back, literally making me feel dirty. Ms. Sylvia saw me standing up and immediately turned her attention to me - spraying my body with clean water to wash off the dirt and grass and muddy water. It was cool and refreshing, and I started to feel clean again. However, my attention went back to my English teacher - in particular her wet naked body glistening in the sun. The sight of her breasts jiggling as she switched positions of the hose to clean me up was extra amazing. It’s like she was used to being in the nude in the open! The she came closer to me to start cleaning my private part with her free hand, gently massaging and rubbing in the process. Being so close to her like that, I could once again smell the floral fragrance of her hair (the back of her head was just inches away from my face). Gosh I was such a lucky guy!
But I felt something strange after observing her after a while…
I noticed that her complexion wasn’t her usual dark, caramel tone, but has now become fair instead. And her hair, it was no longer wavy but has become straight. And when she looked up at me, she was no longer Ms. Sylvia - it was Irene!! I had come back to reality - I was now back in the living room bathroom of the hotel suite we were in! But something remained the same - there was still a lady holding onto me penis, trying to wash my private part!
Irene: I should be done soon. Then you can go back to Susan before she wakes up.
Me: Su… Susan?
Irene Just stared at me.
She stared at me and smirked.
Irene: What? You mean you don’t remember who your Susan is anymore, just because you made love to me?
Irene continued to smile naughtily at me.
Irene: You better have a shower to wake up first before you return to your room!
I nodded groggily.
Irene: If you want some more of me, you can come look for me tonight, okay? I will go back to my room first; remember to have your shower!
She shoved her towel into my arms and walked out of the bathroom in the nude.